Cold wind is blowing from the sea,

Tears in my eyes, my nose is running,

I am cold, I want to cry,

I'm playing the harmonica seated in front of the pier,

My mother sells flowers at the corner, I have no father

People leaving the ferry throwing coins to the cup in front of me,

Cold wind is blowing from the sea.

I am sleepy, my feet are getting cold,

I like to have a cup of soup,

Tears in my eyes, my nose is running ,

Today is a holiday, why don’t I have red shoes?

I had originally written this poem in Turkish for the little girl I had seen at the Kadikoy Ferry Dock in Istanbul on November 7, 2011 on a Holiday. On that day, thinking of my two little granddaughters Taylor Duru and Madison Seleen, I prayed to God to show better days to the little girl in the coming years.